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“Are you thinking about jerking off again?” George asks. His lips are curled at the edges. 

“No,” Arthur blurts out. “No. It’s just weird.” Arthur straightens his spine. “This is all weird. You’re surrounded by candles. You’re wearing the hoodie I jerked off in.”

“You know, I’ve jerked off in it too.”

Arthur stops talking.

George, running his hand over his cock in Arthur’s bed, slow and soft, aching for it.  

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They’re both groping each other on a Nevada highway because Arthur’s a hitchhiker for the evening. 

Arthur maps out the shape of George’s cock under his hand and fuck, Arthur wants to give him head stupidly bad. He’s warm, big, and fucking throbbing, and Arthur can feel the pulse of the veins of his cock under his hand. 

Arthur pulls away suddenly. “Would you–please, can I give you head?”

George laughs. “You’re very clear with your words.”

“Sorry, I guess that’s not very ‘dirty talk’,” Arthur laughs. “Can I get my mouth on you?”

George watches his expression, and he’s about to say something in response, but Arthur continues, eyes getting darker.

“I wanna feel how heavy you’d be on my tongue. Wanna hear the way I make you feel. Feel you at the back of my throat.”

“Fuck yes,” George replies, so far off sounding sexy in return. “Yeah, you can use your mouth, darling. You’re a pretty fucking thing, aren’t you?”

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Arthur removes his arm from his face and looks George dead in the eye. “Get. Out.”

“You took something, didn’t you?” George asks in reply, mimicking the bitchy-twink voice Arthur puts on when he’s mad.

Arthur sighs. “I took a tiger sex pill, and then another one to try and net-zero the first one, and it just made everything worse.”

George stares at him for longer than it normally takes to come up with a sarcastic response. 

“So,” Bach says, twiddling his thumbs as he sits in Arthur’s desk chair. “I heard you’re trying out triple homosexuality. Is that right?”

“I was the one who told you that, dumbass,” Arthur snorts. “And it’s not triple homosexuality. I’m pretty sure it’s called polysexuality.”

“Polyamory.”

“What?”